Yan Mingzhu naturally knows better than anyone else what the taste of steamed sugar cake is.
Her fingertips trembled slightly uncontrollably as she took the jade bowl.
Holding a spoon, he took a spoonful and put it into his mouth. It was cold and smelled of milk and wine, and instantly melted on the tip of his tongue like cotton.
Mrs. Ming's making of steamed sugar cakes is a craft she learned from Mrs. Ming, so the taste is the same as what Mrs. Ming made when she was alive.
Although Qi Jue cooked a portion for her yesterday, the taste was still quite different from the bowl Mrs. Ming was making now.
"Zhuzhu, is it delicious?"
Yan Mingzhu lowered her eyelids and kept scooping it into her mouth, "It's delicious, especially delicious. I have never eaten such a delicious snack."
Her voice was muffled and trembling, and as she spoke, a drop of crystal tears fell into the bowl.
Just because she lowered her head and kept putting it in her mouth, Mrs. Ming and others didn't notice it.
"Mom, did you hear that? Zhuzhu said it was very delicious. I like it very much. Zhuzhu, if you want to eat it in the future, come to my house. I can still take advantage of you and eat a few more bowls. Otherwise, this year will be over.
Yeah, I’m afraid I won’t even be able to eat it once.”
Yan Mingzhu looked up, "Why?"
"This is actually a bit complicated. Sugar Steamed Crispy Pancake was developed by my grandmother herself in order to make my aunt happy. When my aunt was alive, she liked this snack that my grandmother made the most. Later, my grandmother became ill.
My mother learned how to make it from her grandmother and cooked it for her aunt instead of her until her aunt passed away. My mother was afraid that if my father saw the sugar steamed cake, he would miss her, and she would not be able to get over the bad news of her aunt's death.
So I didn’t do much of it.”
Yan Mingzhu's heart was filled with sadness. Her death made the entire Ming Mansion feel like half of the sky had collapsed.
The people in the mansion looked at him happily, but in fact they all had unknown pain in their hearts, especially his elder brother Mingtai.
Before you know it, the bowl of steamed sugar cake is almost empty.
Fortunately, Mingyu is a chatterbox, and the originally sad atmosphere became cheerful again under her chatter.
Just at this time, a voice said: "It's really lively in the house today. I heard laughter from all the way away."
Hearing this extremely familiar voice, Yan Mingzhu's back stiffened, and she wanted to throw herself into her brother's arms, but her reason forced her to go against her heart.
Mingyu jumped down from the warm couch immediately and ran over happily, "Father, you are back!"
"Seeing the light."
Yan Mingzhu stood up. Compared to Mingyu who could hug Mingtai's arm and act coquettishly without restraint, she could only look at Mingtai from a distance and bowed politely.
"It's rare to see Miss Yan come to Ming Mansion, why not stay and have dinner together in the evening?"
Mingtai rarely invites people to his residence, let alone invites people to have dinner.
While speaking, Mingtai's eyes fell on a jade bowl.
The steamed sugar cake in the bowl has been eaten, leaving only some cashew nuts, and these cashew nuts are now gathered in the spoon, waiting to be eaten in one go.
After Mingtai saw this scene, his eyes suddenly froze.
After finishing a bowl of steamed cake with sugar, he left the cashew nuts at the end and ate them all in one go. This was a very special habit he had when his sister was still alive.
Thinking of this, Mingtai raised his eyes, his gaze fixed on Yan Mingzhu's face.
Yan Mingzhu herself did not dare to look directly at Mingtai. When he looked at her again, she pretended to lower her eyes casually and pretended to be calm.
"Why did your husband come back so early today?"
Mingtai's eyes were still fixed on Yan Mingzhu, and he just replied casually: "I originally wanted to come back to get something, but since we have guests at home, there is no rush."
As he said that, Mingtai suddenly changed the subject: "Madam, did you make sugar steamed cakes?"
"Father, I begged my mother to make it because Zhuzhu had never eaten it when she was a guest at home, so I wanted to give her a taste."
Originally, Mingyu was afraid that Mingtai would miss people after seeing things, but he didn't want to. After hearing the explanation, he asked a very strange question: "Miss Yan doesn't like cashew nuts?"
Because it was just a small eating habit, Yan Mingzhu actually didn't notice it, so after hearing Mingtai ask this, she shook her head instinctively.
"No, I can eat it. I'm planning to finish it."
While speaking, Yan Mingzhu picked up the jade bowl and planned to finish the remaining cashew nuts, because she always felt that Mingtai looked at her strangely.
After all, this steamed cake with sugar was her favorite snack in the past, so she had to finish it quickly to avoid exposing her feet in front of him.
As a result, I heard Mingtai slowly say: "Miss Yan's habit is the same as that of my sister. Every time she eats steamed sugar cakes, she likes to leave the cashews at the end and eat them all at once, just like you are now.
Like."
"Ahem!"
Yan Mingzhu just put it into his mouth. When Leng Buding heard what Mingtai said, he was frightened and suddenly turned red.
"Zhuzhu, are you okay?"
"Quickly, get a glass of water, Zhuzhu, drink it quickly."
In a panic, Yan Mingzhu took a swig of water and finally swallowed the cashew nut stuck in her throat.
"Sorry, what I said just now was presumptuous, but did it scare Miss Yan?"
Mingtai said an apology, but his scrutinizing eyes were fixed on Yan Mingzhu's face, observing all the subtle expressions on her face.
Yan Mingzhu never thought that even if she just ate a cashew nut, she would almost end up eating it!
Sure enough, as long as she is in front of her brother, no matter how she deliberately disguises herself, her flaws will easily show up.
"It has nothing to do with Ming Xiang. It's just that I ate too quickly. Ming Xiang just praised me too much. How can I, an ordinary little girl, dare to be compared with General Ming."
But Mingtai said: "Miss Yan, you are belittling yourself. You are also good at whipping. I heard before that even the right guard of the Forbidden Army is no match for you. With such high martial arts, it would be impossible to fight against my sister.
The wind will fall."
Yan Mingzhu was frightened when she heard this, but on the surface, she pretended to be calm, "General Ming is a hero I have admired since I was a child. I often lament that it would be better if I could have been born earlier.
In this way, I can have a glimpse of General Ming's graceful grace, instead of just imagining what kind of strange woman General Ming is from storybooks and word of mouth."
Mingtai sat down on the warm couch and raised his hand to make a gesture for Yan Mingzhu to sit down.
"Miss Yan seems a little nervous? Are you afraid of me?"
Before Yan Mingzhu could answer, Mingyu said first: "Father, you always have a straight face and talk like a government official interrogating a prisoner. Let alone Zhuzhu, our family members are afraid of you!"
Mingtai took a sip of tea and tried to keep his gaze as gentle and non-scary as possible, "I was negligent. Miss Yan is sixteen years old?"